Gallery Blackmail.

"Sorry sir, I have kept you waiting for a while now."

A young man with coiled brown horns on top of his head, long goatee on his chin, and hairy goat hoofs, bowed to Felix respectfully. Felix stood up from the lounge couch and bowed back in greeting.

"No need to apologize Mr. Goati," He smiled warmly, "I know that you are working hard to please two types of customers, day and night."

Felix eyed the stiff Mr. Goati with a hidden glint and continued with a respectful tone, "To own such a successful business, yet still head to the fields for a side job. Your hard-working character truly puts me in shame."

He sighed and let go of the sweaty palm of Mr. Goati, who didn't say a word since Felix began dropping hints nonstop.

'What's going on??!! Does this bastard know about my Gallery? Or he is talking about something else?!'